Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry Chapter 886

At night, the ground temperature was still very high, but without the overly hot sun, everyone felt better.

The air-conditioning was concentrated in the gathering place in the city center, and the tired and scaly people rested separately, and the boundaries were not clearly drawn.

Like Pan Hong and Pan Qing, many families are now composed of humans and scales. Although there are many of them in the current situation, "I was once hated and abandoned by blood relatives because of being a scale person, and now I am embarrassed", but most of the relatives still have love, snuggling together and falling asleep at this time, Cozy still.

Pan Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood up while exhaling, not putting down the wrench and other tools in his hand.

The camera moved up, and in front of her stood several tall mechas. There were more containers than the number of mechas. It was an indispensable "material warehouse" in the great migration in a few days. The soldiers personally selected by Rui will serve as the Mech pilots, keep everyone's food, water and medical supplies safe.

Pan Hong came dressed in a cold moonlight and rubbed Pan Qing's head.

"It's hard work," he said.

Pan Qing shook her head. When she was in charge of modifying the mecha, Pan Hong and Rui were also busy with other things, and everyone was working hard.

"He said, we have to make an end." Pan Hong tilted his head in one direction, "Do you want to go?"

"Um."

Pan Qing knew who his brother was referring to as "he".

The two walked out together, and soon reached the edge of the giant pit. There was originally a lake, and the gurgling spring track would pass through it to replace the water circulation on weekdays, but since the temperature has risen sharply, it has also evaporated to dryness.

Rui, Abo, and Aliu stood at the front. Shu Zhen and Amber were not there. In their place were the scale people who had followed Rui and some of the scale people who had escaped from the experimental base.

A mecha stood there, like a torture rack, with the Yan soldier hanging in front of it.

His limbs were firmly fixed, just like those scaled people on the operating table.

In the giant pit, there are a huge number of scales and scales and ash piles, stacked high, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. After clearing up the surveillance images of those experimental bases that flashed in front of him, he couldn't help closing his eyes in pain.

A tragic sound of music sounded, and a cluster of flames ignited in Rui's palm.

He knelt before the hill-like pile of scales, his hands lightly touching their surface.

Under the quiet night sky, the corpses burned silently.

Pan Hong didn't feel a lot of heat, the firelight in front of him was not orange-red, but blue-purple that tended to be cooler. The fire shadow swayed, showing a magnificent and dignified beauty in the moonlight, but also solemn, the tongue of fire was like a short-lived flower that said goodbye to the world in a flash, gradually melting into a point of light and dissipating in the night sky.

Rui's face turned sad.

"Rest in peace." He whispered.

All the people present showed sadness on their faces, but Yan Bing's expression was dark and unclear, and the curvature of his eyes and lips contained many emotions, which he couldn't figure out for a while, but what was confirmed was that he had no grief or guilt.

"it's a pity."

When Rui Xiang came here, Yan Bing said, "On the way to the migration, they can obviously be of great use."

"As long as you take it out, burn it in front of people and convert it into energy, they will definitely be convinced by this power, and then with a speech, there must be sentimental people who repent for it and are willing to use the rest of their lives to make up for the crimes they committed against the scale people. sins—your rule will be much more secure because of it.”

Rui looked at him blankly.

Then he lowered his waist and lowered his head, and punched Yan Bing fiercely in the abdomen.

"Pfft!"

Yan Bing spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

"You're not good at leading crowds, and you're not good at politics." He smiled softly, "Rui, since you don't kill me, you might as well use me."

Rui only issued a stern order today. Humans or scaly people are not allowed to kill each other, let alone murder. Therefore, Yan Bing is very sure that he will not die now - he is also a scale man, and is protected by the iron law of "not killing his fellow clan".

The eyes of the Scale people, including Pan Hong, were burning with anger. Abo's face was ashen, and he was about to step forward, but Rui had already stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Bing's neck.

Yan Bing struggled in pain, his facial features twisted, and when the smile on his face disappeared completely, Rui let go of his hand.

"Dr. Carter."

Rui turned around and said politely to the hunched old woman, "I'll leave it to you."

Dr. Carter sighed and nodded slowly.

Most of the researchers at the experimental base are dead, and Yan Bing is indeed valuable, providing data and intelligence.

When the scaled people who escaped from the base showed an unwilling look, Rui turned around again, and with a "clang", one of Yan Bing's arms was cut off by a long sword as thin as a needle, the wound was burning with flames, and no blood was seen. Squirting, only the arm fell to the ground and rolled out several meters away.

"Ugh...!"

Yan Bing let out a sharp cry of pain, his restrained limbs trembled, and his face was covered with painful sweat.

Rui didn't do anything else, the long sword went out with a hoot, and he walked towards Pan Hong.

Behind him, Dr. Carter began her inquiry. Pan Hong opened his mouth and said nothing. He walked to the residence with Rui and the other Scales. The rest of Apo, Aliu, and Pan Qing, who was recorded beside him, accompany Dr. Carter to continue the interrogation.

The scene turned, on the rooftop, Rui was sitting on the ground leaning against the side wall, Pan Hong was sitting cross-legged beside him, and they both looked into the distance.

It was pitch-dark there, and there were no bright lights in the past, only the moonlight shrouded the building complex coldly.

After a long time, Pan Hong scratched his head and said, "Well... if you want to cry, say it first?"

Rui glanced at him, already too lazy to have mood swings.

"...Is it correct to let everyone evolve into scaly people." Rui looked up at the sky.

Pan Hong was speechless for a while, a rare silence.

"I thought that one day everything would return to its original state, but reality pushes everyone to move forward." Rui's voice lowered.

Pan Hong's expression moved slightly.

He turned his head and saw Rui's profile.

It turns out that this guy had expected his "scale disease" to be cured.

Like many scaly people.

Just like him who believed in Yan Bing before.

A finger poked Rui's face, and the fingertip touched the diamond-shaped hard scale under his eye.

Rui: "...what are you doing?"

Pan Hong was startled, and with a dry smile he retracted his hand and scratched the back of his head.

"Well, how can I say it, just..."

He rubbed his head indiscriminately, rubbing his already frizzy hair even more.

"It's very sad." Pan Hong said.

"What?" Rui was slightly startled.

"If it weren't for the associated... suffering, wouldn't scales be pretty nice-what are you talking about?"

Pan Hong changed from sitting to kneeling, and with a "uh-huh" sound, he fell down completely.

Then he turned around and maintained the posture of lying on the ground:

"I feel sorry for you both."

Ray blinked.

"Have you started Riddler too?" he asked without hesitation.

In frustration, Pan Hong raised his two arms to block his eyes.

"When I think of how hard I tried to persuade you, to persuade you to receive treatment... In fact, 'treatment' is that kind of... ah, ah, my conscience has already swallowed myself up!"

He jumped up from the ground with a carp, lying on the side wall of the rooftop, slamming his forehead against the wall in anger and sadness.

Rui was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"It's strange, you have times like this too." He squinted and said lukewarmly.

"Yes, feel free to speak sarcastically, condemn me to your heart's content..."

Pan Hong's front was against the wall like a dried-up salted fish, slowly sliding down.

Rui could comfort him by saying "the one who doesn't know is innocent", or he can tell him "it's not your fault" in simpler and more straightforward words, but Rui didn't say anything in the end.

Pan Hong muttered in a muffled voice for a while, then stood up abruptly and faced Rui again.

"Think about it!"

Rui looked at his gray face: "...?"

"From tomorrow onwards, I will apologize to them one by one whenever I have a chance!"

Pan Hong clenched his fist and waved, "No, we can start with you now!"

He stood up and gave Rui a more than ninety-degree bow: "—I'm sorry!"

Rui was dumbfounded.

"—When I didn't know the truth, I became Yan Bing's accomplice and pushed you into the fire pit, I'm sorry!" Pan Hong continued.

He waited for a while, but he didn't hear Rui's voice, and raised his big face that was messed up by the plaster of the wall.

"I'm very sorry for trying to send the scale people to that so-called 'medical base' to make you suffer instead of being rescued.

"but……

"It's useless just to feel guilty!

"Guilty and regret can't undo anything!"

The night wind blew Pan Hong's messy hair, and his eyes shone in the moonlight.

"So, from now on, I will do my best to make up for my mistakes!"

Pan Hong paused, his firm eyebrows softened.

"Rui, you too, the past, the future, those are not things we need to consider at this time.

"The most important thing is now!"

Just now, Rui's eyes, which were slightly surprised, were filled with helplessness again.

"It's here again." He complained less indifferently, "You're so long-winded."

"What!... Long-winded is necessary. If you don't say it, how can everyone understand each other!"

Pan Hong sat down cross-legged again.

Rui turned his face to look into the distance, a smile appeared on his lips, which was more like a natural arc at this time.

"what."

He fell back, leaning against the side wall.

"Planning, calculating, organizing, manipulating... all go away."

Rui's voice, even when uttering such slightly rude words, is very pleasant and not obtrusive.

"Whether it is a human being or a scaly human, it is enough to work hard to live before choosing your own future and life."

"Step by step.

"The goal now is to find a new oasis."

His voice fluttered in the night sky, and after a while, Pan Hong said "Ah".

"Then do it," he said. "I'll help you."

Qin Jue slowly raised his arms.

To be honest, she is very aware of this kind of camaraderie, but this scene, this person, this dialogue, this storyboard, this close-up...is it a bit too gay?

Yu Guang noticed that both Lin Rou, Susu and Xu Shuangshuang had expressions of "oh oh oh!" Qin Jue couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Although Fang Youwen is good at shooting in a realistic style, with the assistance of the camera director Wu Ying, he can also grasp this romantic style very well.

Feeling Qin Jue's suspicious gaze, Fang Youwen blinked innocently.

"Women's market, women's market." He said in a slight voice, "You should respect the emotional needs of your sisters and sisters, how hard it is for girls to work and study, it's fun to watch, and life has motivation, monitor, right? "

"..." Qin Jue twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes silently moving back to the big screen.

Do Liu Zhe and Nie Xingliang know what you're thinking about?

Thinking about it again, their blue team also seems to be orange-ish. Forget it, that's all right.

But not jokingly, this short night talk enriched the images of Pan Hong and Rui again, and filled the arc of the characters at the right time, which is very touching.

Qin Jue is relatively more empathetic, because she also has the experience of being a leader in difficult and chaotic times.

Many times, leaders are calm to the outside world and control the field steadily, but in the dead of night, they will also ask themselves questions and repeatedly speculate whether their decisions and arrangements are more pros than cons or more cons than pros.

A single decision is associated with tens of thousands of lives, and a misjudgment may ruin the future of many comrades-in-arms.

The pressure is indescribable.

That's why some people say that the one with the most burden in the crowd is their leader.

It is precisely because of this that Pan Hong's value is reflected.

Qin Jue vaguely remembered that some online film reviews had mentioned a few criticisms, mainly focusing on the male protagonist Pan Hong.

People think that he is too "weiguangzheng", but there is no supporting actor Ruilai who is vivid and three-dimensional, just like a standard good person template. The recklessness, blind trust and loan kindness in the early stage are even more annoying, and some people even commented on him as "" A moral hypocrite more repulsive than Yan Bing."

But seeing now, Qin Jue already had his own judgment on such remarks.

Audiences who question Pan Hong often feel that such a saint does not exist in reality.

No one can be so sincere, no one can face mistakes and guilt bravely and frankly, and no one can quickly cheer up after repeated setbacks and continue to move forward with those negative emotions and sad past events, from the beginning to the end. Change your original intention, be generous all the way, and sing all the way.

But it is precisely because such people are rare that they appear invaluable in "The Scaled Man".

The world needs "Panhong".

Not much, just one or two is enough.

Such people are either the mainstay in the surging tide, or the indispensable soul figures in the changes of the times.

Qin Jue had a little prediction.

She looked at Yuan Xiao, and got the answer from the other party's eyes~www.mtlnovel.com~ Her attention returned to the giant screen, and after a silky gradient light transition, the scale people and humans officially embarked on the great migration. road.

Needless to say, the transitional plot here is another super dazzling show.

The camera pans and pans, and the beautiful and beautiful natural scenery is all presented in front of the audience. The blue sky is clear, the sun is shining brightly, the mecha is passing by at a low altitude, and the crowd is like a long snake, forming a black and thin belt in the mountains.

Not long after, natural disasters followed, or volcanic eruptions, or storms attacked, and the oppressive power of heaven and earth was awe-inspiring. The screen moved to a close-up, and the rescue team headed by Pan Hong and Rui shuttled through the mountains and jungles, doing their best to protect every traveler. The camera turned again, and in the temporary habitat, Rui's palm released small flames, and several flames slowly floated up like sky lanterns, mourning the soldiers and people who died in the disaster.

Under natural disasters, scale people are just as vulnerable as humans.

The huge migration team became "thin" visibly to the naked eye. When the transitional section was stopped, the audience began to ease their breathing, and some even stroked their chests.

Although the few minutes just now were not a fierce fighting scene, the powerlessness and panic that arises when confronting force majeure such as natural disasters and other nakedness really grabs people's minds. Just by looking at it, everyone felt that they, like the migration team in the picture, had walked on the edge of life and death countless times.

However, Fang Youwen did not give the audience more time to breathe. In the temporary gathering place, the conflict was triggered again.

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